So last year, at the end of summer, I bought a ton of perennial plants on clearance at Lowes. One of the plants I bought was labeled as a perennial grass. It was beautiful. It looked like the annual spikes that people put in their planters. Tall, green and white stripes, the leaves about an inch wide. When I planted it last year, I could only hope that I didn't get ripped off and that it really was a perennial and would come back.
It did. And it's not a grass. See for yourself:
Apparently I have a Siberian Iris, at least that's what my friend Cindy says it is. She has a degree in landscape design. It's very petite, only a few inches across. But it sure is purdy.
Other plants I planted last year and forgot all about were the Purple Cone Flowers. It's a lucky thing I was a bit lazy....I saw them coming up in one of the gardens and thought they were weeds, but didn't have the patience to pull the behemoths. Now, they are on the verge of blooming....can't wait...at least I think they're Cone Flowers.
I had a conversation today at work about toilet paper. A couple buddies of mine and I were talking about time sheets and then we were on this tangent. It rambled over to hemorrhoids, babywipes, Vietnam, and ending with how neat it was that Bill's tie matched his socks. Huh??
Then, one of the same buddies, and I, went on a homecall and talked about the difference between chicken livers and beef liver during the drive back to the office. I swear, I work with some weird motherfuckers. But I do love my co-workers....most of them anyway.
I was trying to figure out today how long it's been since I had sex. And I was sure it's been more than six months. And about five hours later I realized that Joe spent the night one night in February. Clearly, it wasn't that memorable. Damn. It sure feels like more than six months.
I'm overdue for a haircut. I'm starting to look like the neighbor's long haired chihuahua.
Speaking of neighbors...I don't know how long these new neighbors are going to last. They are very nice, but a bit obnoxious and quite a bit inconsiderate. I have no idea what he does for a living but his part time side job is doing bodywork on classic cars. The driveway always looks like a car cemetery. Right this minute, there are four cars in different states of re-do. One car is just a body, no guts. And one of the cars, an old mustang, she insists on driving to work every day. Of course, the carburetor is bad, I think, because she has to rev that fucking p.o.s. about thirty times for it to stay running. And it has one of those rumbly mufflers on it that is supposed to be so cool. Not so much. And the dog....quite the little yipper. And likes to escape and come into my yard to tease my dogs. Little bitch. It would be a real bummer if my 130 lbs. Rottie
accidentally escape and ate the little five pound thing. Kinda like a crudite.
Enough negativity. I think I'll go get a fudgesicle.
